Monday, September 05, 2005

Atop the Chimney rock. With the Sun beaming right into my eyes i couldn't come up with anything that is anywhere in the vicinity of a smile. So this is how i ended up stretching my lips. The snaking river far below, the distant hills, the thick woods, the gushing wind, the floating clouds and above all the desperation of the mind and the soul to mop every bit of this sumptuous visual feast, threw me into a trance.


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